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Written by Joshua Heying 9/2011
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Well I've been askin round for years and it's yet to become clear, what exactly is the word? Now I think it's safe to suggest that we've been slightly oppressed by the things that we've made. But don't ask me, no. And I just try to stay a wake, sunshine on a serene lake, movin at the breeze's pace. And I've talkin face to face, we want to enjoy this place, yes, the future's ours to make. But don't ask me, no. Only you can teach you, man. Only you. Well now we can't decide what it is we want to do. We don't know what exactly what we want from you, we just need money. Some money, your money man, give us your money, the money man, burn all your money, the money man. Well, I've been askin round for years, and it's yet to become clear, what exactly is the word?
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